I found my panties and put them back on along with my dress."Well, I should probably be getting back home." I said"Why? It's the weekend. Why don't yo... spend the night?" Rajeev asked."Really?" I asked."Of course," he replied."Just don't expect to get much sleep," Deepak added.I giggled. "Well, okay. Why don't you boys get into bed and I'll slip into something more comfortable."I was really glad that I packed an overnight bag as I again retreated to the bathroom to change. I slipped into a sheer. But maybe after you read my story, you will understand how I lost my heart back on that rich Mesopotamian soil, where the Tigris and Euphrates meet. It all happened last year at Muharram, the first month of the Islamic calendar, which corresponded to December and January last year. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, yes, I am a Muslim, a Shi’a Muslim in fact. My parents were born in Iran, and fled to the west after the fall of the Shah. It was from them that I inherited my faith in ‘Ali. Who knows, by the time we’re done there and move to Albuquerque, we might have even more experienced crews.”We spent another hour talking about the various jobs Juan was doing for us before leaving to go in search of Mick Johnson and the Railroad Security Forces. Pulling the wagon into the depot area, we looked around curiously. The amount of work that had been done in four months was amazing to me, but it was far from being anywhere near done. I hated to think about abandoning a partially. I usually stood next to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few minutes of finger blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the table to refill the snack bowls, every player managed to sneak a handful of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these positions, too, letting my boobs get fondled and my nipples pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through heads of.